Devil vs Angel (Chapter2)
Title: Devil vs Angel
Fandom: FT Island, Mblaq (cameo: ukiss's Dongho), OC
Length: Chaptered
Status: On going
Pairing: SeungHwan, JongKi, WonKi, Jaejin/OC, JaeHwan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Crack, Smut.
Summary: The change of place and whole environment will not change Minhwan, will it?
A/N: This Chapter Is Beta-ed By Yisey
02
The person with the weird hairstyle does look influenced with the pretty males’ time as Maria called them. While we departed she showed me a live example, but this man was not almost dressed in drag like those people. He was actually okay. His blonde hair smoothed and fell over the right section of his face and covered his right eye.
When I actually saw the front of his face, he looked cute and charismatic, believe me, I do not like to describe males as charismatic. He was not much taller than I was and we had the same built though I believe my arms are stronger than his arms.
He walked alone to the back of the room, passed me by with a calm face on his. I believed because of the bucket of chicken he had, the lucky bastard. I also think being in a new place made me think horribly of people.
A moment pasted and the teacher of our acting class entered the place. He had short black hair that styled on top of his head. It looked like a wig but it was very and unbelievingly real. I stopped the questions about how dark his hair looked. The moustache was the next thing I saw in my new teacher.
He had a dark moustache that made him look so mature, and so macho. I wondered if I would look mature if I grew a moustache, though the idea scared the hell out of me. I must stop mentioning hell by the way. I kept on wondering if the teacher had any luck with the women. Yep, my image went through total corruption the second I stepped into this college.
Then he gave the class a look, it looked mysterious, I thought if he was pulling another joke after the swift exit. Well, I tend to wonder/ daydream a lot in class. Nevertheless, he sure grabbed our attention with those looks. I must learn how to do them. I could almost hear the murmurs of the girls in my class, all caused by this look.
Without a word, he got out of the class, marched like a soldier. I looked after him and we all stared at his back. Was this teacher crazy? On the other hand, he lost his mind teaching other students. You cannot blame me for thinking that about him.
He came back as soon as he got out but now he has someone with him. It was a tall light haired male, with the whitest skin. Our crazy teacher and this was the only insult that was not too vulgar for me to us, held a box that seemingly looked full.
“Everyone in the first row, come here and take a paper from this glass” the tall figure offered a glass, filled with folded papers. I sat in the third row thank goodness. Therefore, I had the option to watch carefully as those students went to get their papers.
They seem shocked by the little options they had, but some girls almost jumped around with joy. I wondered if there was some kind of mission for the students.
Maybe a penalty explained those sad male students. However, only the males were upset. While on the other hand, the girls were actually glad, maybe a bit smug.
I could not wait to get my own piece of paper. Was it to get my own option to be sad or glad, or did I really wanted to have that smug face of my own.
They called for the third row and I hurried with some kids with me. There stood the long model-like figure next to the teacher. I dipped my hand inside the box he had and pulled a paper.
I did not take forever to open, but I took a deep inhale before I peeked into the piece of paper that had the capability to make so many people shocked. Did not I mention that few of them were glad? At first, the words did not seem so logical.
However, that was only at first. It did hit me after a minute of consolation with myself. “Cross dressing form: naughty high scholar” read as my own assignment. It chocked me in the throat and my breathing did not function right.
I sat down at my seat and my eyes looked at everywhere but the paper which held the destiny of my utter humiliation written as my cross dressing form.
Is this some kind of a sick joke they are doing for the first year students? I looked up at my teacher, whom I hated with passion now, but he did not look like he was about to burst laughing. It seemed that our shocked expressions did not even amuse that model-like male- next to him, who kept giving the rest of the class their own assignments.
I saw that blond haired boy, which I wish to call him chicken bucket Blondie, until I know his real name. Yep, I was still cute though I was shocked terribly. Therefore, CBB, a short for his nickname, got his own assignment.
I wished he would have the same expression as mine, so that I can feel that there were other males as shocked as I was. However, there was other male students having the same expression as mine, but they had that gleam behind their shocked expressions.
However, someone else entered the room and I thought of something along side those lines: ‘will the tall bodies ever stop entering the class?’ However, it also drove my attention to it. It was a lean tall figure that was clothed in a black drape, which covered its body from head to toes. I knew I was not the only one who stared at the body.
It wore a long clothe but it shaped its body, and it looked like a girl's body. The teacher’s head tilted and looked at the figure too with a mischievous smile drawn perfectly at that moustached face. I grew to hate that teacher oh yep I was mean. All the students sat down at their seats, anticipated the revealing of this figure's identity.
The model-like male got out of the room and left the big wide room for the teacher, mysterious model girl (?) and us, the nerve wrecked students. The mysterious person moved and stood at the middle of the room, and with one move, the drape was off its body.
I could not believe my eyes. As if they lied at me, This could not be real. There was no way a person would look so beautiful, so fragile and so attractive. I almost did not want to believe that this person attracted me, but I could not ignore the signs.
His body truly thin and lean; he was about 180 cm and way taller than I am. but with a body like his, I would top him easily. God, I wish for your graciousness to forgive my thoughts.
His hair, which looked like a wig, was black, long and straight fitted his fair face and blushing cheeks, as those thick bangs were covering his forehead and the tip of those dark eyes.
It made me think about the fact that his make up was not overdone like other cross dresser I was able to see. Yes, this school had many of those, and Maria was a huge help to show me. He had only a plain color of rosy blush on his cheeks and the black eyeliner made his eyes even more dangerous then they already looked. His lips tainted with the help of the red pinkish color. The most interesting part was about his clothes.
He wore black leggings; they were so tight they fitted his long legs, as they would do to a girl’s legs. He wore a tight black hood, revealing some areas with two holes around his shoulders and back. His hood covered the front of his head, but not his wig entirely. The hood filled with shiny beads that sparkled around his glowing face.
How did I know that? he rotated to give us the time to look at him closely, then he stood close to the teacher‘s table with one hand on his hips. The move drove my attention to his pelvis which was so thin and sculptured like a model‘s, or maybe like a member of girls’ generation, yes my older sister was a fan and I knew those girls because of her and I knew that those girls were so skinny and bonnie.
“This, my dear students, is a perfect example of a cross dresser. This model studies at the same school you do, but he was advanced to the second year because of his talents, and he is actually working as a model for a known brand.”
Then it hit me where I have seen his face before. I have seen those light brown eyes in a place before and it was the bus stop. There was a huge picture of him sporting a lipstick wearing a white outfit, a very different outfit than this black fitting one.
He looked so much like a girl that time I didn’t give it everyone of my attention but to knowledge the fact that he was so beautiful. But, you can’t blame me for thinking a boy was pretty, he was dressed as a girl. I thought of him, like the normal male I am, as a beautiful female model.
However, this was not the time for me to think about that poster, because I had the same beautiful model in front of me. In addition, clearly, she, I mean he stared at me. Yet the thought of him as a male got so hard while he is wearing those clothes.
Did I imagined that? was he really smirking in my direction?
Before I actually knew if he was serious, he rolled his eyes like a true diva. I almost scoffed and had to turn my face away or else I would be in a huge problem. The other people in the class seem to share the same expression as I had, unbelievable and confused.
“And what does this gay guy have to do with our class?” I heard a person say, and he was a loud person who sat at the front right. I saw his bored face as he stared up and down this cross dresser. The model does not seem to give him any attention though.
“This ‘gay guy’, as you refer to him, is the one who will be giving you your marks” everyone in the class the loud person and me included had a shocked face. But, the teacher was calm and a smirk crept onto the face of the model.
“Yes. I will evaluate the accuracy of your projects. I assume all got his project, after the title of cross dressing form” he said in his superior voice and it all made sense now. The reason he stood there, the reason of those weird assignments, and the reason I got so annoyed.
End of chapter.
Fandom: FT Island, Mblaq (cameo: ukiss's Dongho), OC
Length: Chaptered
Status: On going
Pairing: SeungHwan, JongKi, WonKi, Jaejin/OC, JaeHwan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Crack, Smut.
Summary: The change of place and whole environment will not change Minhwan, will it?
A/N: This Chapter Is Beta-ed By Yisey
02
The person with the weird hairstyle does look influenced with the pretty males’ time as Maria called them. While we departed she showed me a live example, but this man was not almost dressed in drag like those people. He was actually okay. His blonde hair smoothed and fell over the right section of his face and covered his right eye.
When I actually saw the front of his face, he looked cute and charismatic, believe me, I do not like to describe males as charismatic. He was not much taller than I was and we had the same built though I believe my arms are stronger than his arms.
He walked alone to the back of the room, passed me by with a calm face on his. I believed because of the bucket of chicken he had, the lucky bastard. I also think being in a new place made me think horribly of people.
A moment pasted and the teacher of our acting class entered the place. He had short black hair that styled on top of his head. It looked like a wig but it was very and unbelievingly real. I stopped the questions about how dark his hair looked. The moustache was the next thing I saw in my new teacher.
He had a dark moustache that made him look so mature, and so macho. I wondered if I would look mature if I grew a moustache, though the idea scared the hell out of me. I must stop mentioning hell by the way. I kept on wondering if the teacher had any luck with the women. Yep, my image went through total corruption the second I stepped into this college.
Then he gave the class a look, it looked mysterious, I thought if he was pulling another joke after the swift exit. Well, I tend to wonder/ daydream a lot in class. Nevertheless, he sure grabbed our attention with those looks. I must learn how to do them. I could almost hear the murmurs of the girls in my class, all caused by this look.
Without a word, he got out of the class, marched like a soldier. I looked after him and we all stared at his back. Was this teacher crazy? On the other hand, he lost his mind teaching other students. You cannot blame me for thinking that about him.
He came back as soon as he got out but now he has someone with him. It was a tall light haired male, with the whitest skin. Our crazy teacher and this was the only insult that was not too vulgar for me to us, held a box that seemingly looked full.
“Everyone in the first row, come here and take a paper from this glass” the tall figure offered a glass, filled with folded papers. I sat in the third row thank goodness. Therefore, I had the option to watch carefully as those students went to get their papers.
They seem shocked by the little options they had, but some girls almost jumped around with joy. I wondered if there was some kind of mission for the students.
Maybe a penalty explained those sad male students. However, only the males were upset. While on the other hand, the girls were actually glad, maybe a bit smug.
I could not wait to get my own piece of paper. Was it to get my own option to be sad or glad, or did I really wanted to have that smug face of my own.
They called for the third row and I hurried with some kids with me. There stood the long model-like figure next to the teacher. I dipped my hand inside the box he had and pulled a paper.
I did not take forever to open, but I took a deep inhale before I peeked into the piece of paper that had the capability to make so many people shocked. Did not I mention that few of them were glad? At first, the words did not seem so logical.
However, that was only at first. It did hit me after a minute of consolation with myself. “Cross dressing form: naughty high scholar” read as my own assignment. It chocked me in the throat and my breathing did not function right.
I sat down at my seat and my eyes looked at everywhere but the paper which held the destiny of my utter humiliation written as my cross dressing form.
Is this some kind of a sick joke they are doing for the first year students? I looked up at my teacher, whom I hated with passion now, but he did not look like he was about to burst laughing. It seemed that our shocked expressions did not even amuse that model-like male- next to him, who kept giving the rest of the class their own assignments.
I saw that blond haired boy, which I wish to call him chicken bucket Blondie, until I know his real name. Yep, I was still cute though I was shocked terribly. Therefore, CBB, a short for his nickname, got his own assignment.
I wished he would have the same expression as mine, so that I can feel that there were other males as shocked as I was. However, there was other male students having the same expression as mine, but they had that gleam behind their shocked expressions.
However, someone else entered the room and I thought of something along side those lines: ‘will the tall bodies ever stop entering the class?’ However, it also drove my attention to it. It was a lean tall figure that was clothed in a black drape, which covered its body from head to toes. I knew I was not the only one who stared at the body.
It wore a long clothe but it shaped its body, and it looked like a girl's body. The teacher’s head tilted and looked at the figure too with a mischievous smile drawn perfectly at that moustached face. I grew to hate that teacher oh yep I was mean. All the students sat down at their seats, anticipated the revealing of this figure's identity.
The model-like male got out of the room and left the big wide room for the teacher, mysterious model girl (?) and us, the nerve wrecked students. The mysterious person moved and stood at the middle of the room, and with one move, the drape was off its body.
I could not believe my eyes. As if they lied at me, This could not be real. There was no way a person would look so beautiful, so fragile and so attractive. I almost did not want to believe that this person attracted me, but I could not ignore the signs.
His body truly thin and lean; he was about 180 cm and way taller than I am. but with a body like his, I would top him easily. God, I wish for your graciousness to forgive my thoughts.
His hair, which looked like a wig, was black, long and straight fitted his fair face and blushing cheeks, as those thick bangs were covering his forehead and the tip of those dark eyes.
It made me think about the fact that his make up was not overdone like other cross dresser I was able to see. Yes, this school had many of those, and Maria was a huge help to show me. He had only a plain color of rosy blush on his cheeks and the black eyeliner made his eyes even more dangerous then they already looked. His lips tainted with the help of the red pinkish color. The most interesting part was about his clothes.
He wore black leggings; they were so tight they fitted his long legs, as they would do to a girl’s legs. He wore a tight black hood, revealing some areas with two holes around his shoulders and back. His hood covered the front of his head, but not his wig entirely. The hood filled with shiny beads that sparkled around his glowing face.
How did I know that? he rotated to give us the time to look at him closely, then he stood close to the teacher‘s table with one hand on his hips. The move drove my attention to his pelvis which was so thin and sculptured like a model‘s, or maybe like a member of girls’ generation, yes my older sister was a fan and I knew those girls because of her and I knew that those girls were so skinny and bonnie.
“This, my dear students, is a perfect example of a cross dresser. This model studies at the same school you do, but he was advanced to the second year because of his talents, and he is actually working as a model for a known brand.”
Then it hit me where I have seen his face before. I have seen those light brown eyes in a place before and it was the bus stop. There was a huge picture of him sporting a lipstick wearing a white outfit, a very different outfit than this black fitting one.
He looked so much like a girl that time I didn’t give it everyone of my attention but to knowledge the fact that he was so beautiful. But, you can’t blame me for thinking a boy was pretty, he was dressed as a girl. I thought of him, like the normal male I am, as a beautiful female model.
However, this was not the time for me to think about that poster, because I had the same beautiful model in front of me. In addition, clearly, she, I mean he stared at me. Yet the thought of him as a male got so hard while he is wearing those clothes.
Did I imagined that? was he really smirking in my direction?
Before I actually knew if he was serious, he rolled his eyes like a true diva. I almost scoffed and had to turn my face away or else I would be in a huge problem. The other people in the class seem to share the same expression as I had, unbelievable and confused.
“And what does this gay guy have to do with our class?” I heard a person say, and he was a loud person who sat at the front right. I saw his bored face as he stared up and down this cross dresser. The model does not seem to give him any attention though.
“This ‘gay guy’, as you refer to him, is the one who will be giving you your marks” everyone in the class the loud person and me included had a shocked face. But, the teacher was calm and a smirk crept onto the face of the model.
“Yes. I will evaluate the accuracy of your projects. I assume all got his project, after the title of cross dressing form” he said in his superior voice and it all made sense now. The reason he stood there, the reason of those weird assignments, and the reason I got so annoyed.
End of chapter.